Good evening ladies & gentlemen The Brood in jazz I saw the genius come out of the bottle freakin' out the old man in the candystore a sad eyed jazz-cat tried to sell his trumpet whatever the offer he always wants more Every hit you get that don't break y'r neck is gonna make you feel stronger every storm you survive is gonna make you last longer Holes in the paper where words should be I guess it's holy it's so hard to see I wanna laugh & then again I wanna cry I gotta dance, I gotta die Junk-sick mornin's in the subway train I shouldn't be there love in vain whiskey in the ice-box colour TV & for tonight you've got me so I wonder What's the hassle What's the hassle You took my style you used my phone you took my bike you left me alone I lost my job my family life I lost my guts my natural drive The first time I met you child we were like tigers in a cage goin' places I forgot I guess we've got to turn the page So what's the hassle I wonder what's the hassle